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Fragments of Becoming by H.DI do not want to be rememberedas a single fact—not blue,not poetry,not the person you met on...
14/01/2026

Fragments of Becoming
by H.D

I do not want to be remembered
as a single fact—
not blue,
not poetry,
not the person you met once
and decided to keep.

Like water, I take many forms.
I am yesterday thinning into today,
today dissolving into someone
you have not yet met.
I do not stay.
I cannot.

Leave me be,
and I will move in directions
you did not plan for.
I am not meant to be contained.
I am not meant to stop.

To know me
is to trace depth,
to measure width.
But to love me
is to accept what cannot be measured—
that recognition expires,
that memory lags behind becoming.

Blue is not me.
It is only a moment I passed through.

I am not just a poem.
I am the song I haven’t written,
the story still breaking open.
You may know a chapter,
but I do not remain
where you last read me.

I do not want a footprint.
I want marks that move,
signs of motion,
evidence I was not finished.

I will learn everything.
I will be anything.
And when I am gone,
do not say you knew me—
say only
that I refused
to remain the same.

01/14/26

The Reply— Treil K.a heavily edited truth.
27/12/2025

The Reply

— Treil K.

a heavily edited truth.

"I saw a perfect piece of god's creation"Through your eyes,I see the brightest stars in the sky.With your lovely smile,Y...
01/11/2025

"I saw a perfect piece of god's creation"

Through your eyes,
I see the brightest stars in the sky.
With your lovely smile,
You gave shiver in my spine.

You're like an angel in heaven,
That I'm willing to worship you.
Your pure soul,
Are enough to keep admiring you.

I'd like to hold this rose,
Until my hand gets bleed,
Not just to prove my intention are pure,
But to see that I'm willing to sacrifice everything just to win your heart.

— Ethereal 11|1|25

02/06/2025

I thought he loved me.
Not in words—he never said much.
But in the way he looked at me
when I laughed too hard, or sat too still.

I stayed. Gave too much, asked for too little.
Sent the first text, waited hours.
Called it “busy,” not “ignoring.”
Called it “shy,”not “uninterested.”

I kept thinking,
"He loves me, I know
he’ll show up too."

But then I saw him, there's this look in his eyes,
So much familiar with mine.
It wasn’t love he has.
It was my own hope reflecting back.

I was in love.
With the version of him that I just made up.
I thought I saw love in his eyes, soft as a beaming light.
I believed he looked at me the way how affectionate I am.

But in the end, it wasn’t love I saw.
It was only my own, reflecting back to what he saw.
His eyes—a mirror I didn’t know was there.

He never felt the way I did. I was just seeing what I wanted.

-Lirien

“In Silence, I Broke”They rise by tearing others down,Thinking silence means I’m fine somehow.For years I bore the weigh...
31/05/2025

“In Silence, I Broke”

They rise by tearing others down,
Thinking silence means I’m fine somehow.
For years I bore the weight in quiet,
Swallowed pain to keep the peace,
Let their words bruise me beneath—
Truths twisted, names I didn't know I had,
Blamed for things I never did,
All to lift themselves,
While I sank, bit by bit.
I only ever wanted to feel normal,
To breathe in freedom, to live like me—
But in this house, even solitude is a crime.
Is it wrong to crave the quiet?
To just be alone without the war?
They call it sadness, I call it peace—
Because only in my own space
Have I ever felt even a flicker of joy.
I look forward to life’s battle
If it means I can fight for me.
I’d rather face the world alone,
Than hear another word
That shatters me from the ones called "home."
I made a promise to myself—
But I break it often,
Fighting myself in the mirror,
Unable to love what I see
Because even my family
Taught me to doubt who I could be.
They think I’m okay.
They think I can take it.
But these words—they don’t just hit the ear.
They sink into my mind, my chest,
Until I'm drowning in silent fear.
I’m angry.
Not to them.
But to myself.
For not speaking.
For trying—yet always bleeding.
Is this what life is supposed to be?
But maybe this pain is how I’ll grow.
Maybe from this hurt,
I'll finally come to know—
That I am worth defending.
That I deserve peace.
Even if I have to walk alone
To finally be free.

—Svn

LAST PROMISE"If You Ever Read This"I like a girl who isn’t mine,And maybe never will be, in time.Not for beauty, though ...
30/05/2025

LAST PROMISE
"If You Ever Read This"

I like a girl who isn’t mine,
And maybe never will be, in time.
Not for beauty, though she has grace,
But for the kindness in her face.

She doesn’t know, and I don’t speak,
My courage small, my voice too weak.
I stay in silence, day by day,
Liking her in a quiet way.

I watch from where the shadows fall,
Not to disturb, not to call.
I hope she's good, I hope she's fine,
Even if her heart is never mine.

So if you’re reading this, somehow,
This poem is my silent vow.
You’ll never hear it, and that’s okay—
I’ll still like you anyways.

—Svn

"Never the One"Why is it always me who losesIn love, where the heart often chooses?Why am I never the one they see,Just ...
30/05/2025

"Never the One"

Why is it always me who loses
In love, where the heart often chooses?
Why am I never the one they see,
Just because I'm not who they expect me to be?

Why do I fall for the ones
Whose hearts are already long gone?
And why do they never feel the same—
Is it me, or just the cruel game?

I tried, I swear I took the leap,
Held my hopes I knew I couldn’t keep.
Risked it all, gave what I had,
But ended again feeling empty and sad.

Do you ever wonder too, like me,
If this is how it’s always meant to be?
To try and try, yet never win,
To always be the almost—but never begin?

—Svn

Behind the Brave FaceYou might know meas someone unshaken,a quiet storm that never breaks,who wears strength like armora...
30/05/2025

Behind the Brave Face

You might know me
as someone unshaken,
a quiet storm that never breaks,
who wears strength like armor
and silence like a shield.

But what you didn’t see—
was the cost of this calm,
the war waged within
as I stitched myself
with trembling hands
each time I came undone.

The strength you praised
was forged in the fire
of sleepless nights
and tear-stained pillows,
in silent cries
that only echoed
in the hollows of my mind.

I smiled so you wouldn’t ask,
stood tall so you wouldn’t see—
how fragile I truly felt,
how close I was
to falling apart.

I fought my feelings,
buried them deep,
wore masks of courage
until they cracked.

Behind the facade
was not someone untouched,
but someone breaking
with grace.

So when you ask,
“How did you do it all
without breaking?”

Know this:
I didn’t.
I simply broke
where no one could see.

—Svn

There’s this itch in my chest,like I’m missing a page in my story.I want to fall—hard, deep,like the ones in movies or s...
15/05/2025

There’s this itch in my chest,
like I’m missing a page in my story.
I want to fall—hard, deep,
like the ones in movies or soft Spotify playlists.

I crave that “good morning” text,
the butterflies, the late-night convos,
being chosen, pursued, loved.
Really loved.

But then,
reality hits harder than my thoughts.
Do I really want love?
if it’s not honest, not real, not pure enough?
I’ve seen too many "almosts" that has been crashed.

I want to be loved, badly.
yet this thing inside my chest isn't ready.

-Lirien

29/04/2025

They ask how she keeps it together
when the anger rises,
slow and choking,
like smoke filling a locked room.

No one sees her jaw tighten,
the way she presses her nails
into her palms
until her skin remembers
what pain feels like.

Not with scars you can see.
More like silence that swallows her,
thoughts that loop
like static she can’t turn off.

She takes the hit
so no one else has to.

-Lirien

27/04/2025

Sa aking panulat at mga talata —
Inililista ko isa-isa ang iyong mga paboritong ginagawa,
Upang sagayon ako'y makasabay,
At magkurba ng saya sa iyong mukha.

Hindi ko na namamalayan —
Na ako'y hulog na hulog na,
Para bang isang makabuntala,
Na handang bumagsak sa lupa.

Hindi na kailangan pang gamitan ng daksipat,
Upang makita ang liwanag ng iyong kagandahan.
Ikaw ay nagsisilbing estrella sa kalangitan,
Na nagbibigay liwanag sa aking nararamdaman.

— Eron

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